The sun shone brightly, the atmosphere excitedly expetant. City scored 6 and coasted to victory. It provided no real insight to the 40 year roller-coaster ahead… My Father an Irish immigrant arrived and supported United from the off, but died a proud City fan after his last match sat on the benches at Platt Lane.
Supporting City isn’t simply ‘following your team’. It’s a mission, a character building way of life that I wouldn’t change for the world.

Dare I say, at the age of 12 yrs, I was a Man United supporter. Only because all my family were. We used to live in Newton Heath. After watching my first United game, seeing them hammered 4:0 by Chelsea, I went off to Maine Road with a school friend to see how the other half lived. After watching a superb display by the 1968 champions drubbing Burnley 7:0 (And watched as Franny Lee missed a penalty). I went home as a convert and have supported City ever since. – Robert

my first game was at home to cardiff city we won 3 nil my heart was bursting, i new i was in love with MANCHESTER CITY and still am today! thank you for the joe and malcolm, we won trophys – Robert

My Dad took me to my very first football match at Wembley in 1969 where City beat Leicester 1-0 in the FA Cup final. I remember the day vividly, I literally got swept off my feet by the thousands of fans outside the stadium. As a 9 year old boy at the time, I’d never seen as many people in one place at the same time. Once inside the stadium I stood behind the goals with all of the city fans, and I couldn’t see a thing. My back was against a wall where the terraces had a step upwards, and someone asked my dad to lift me up so that I could perch on the front of the wall and watch the game. I had a great view and recall the Neil Young goal as though it was yesterday. After that I thought the game wasn’t great, but the celebrations afterwards with Tony Book collecting the trophy and everyone around me going mad I’ll never forget. We stayed season ticket holders throughout the 70’s and my dad and I would visit Wembly again in 1974, 1976 and 1981. My hope now is that I’ll be able to take my son to Wembly to watch City in the near future. We’ve been to every season at the COMS, but Wembly is a very special place to be. – Stuart

Me, me Dad (now departed) a flask of oxo and those huge steps up to the top of the Platt Lane Stand. I was 10 years old and the moment I got to the top and saw the whole view that was it!! I was already a City fan but that was the final nail. We won 2-0 Jimmy Murray and Derek Kevan. I have been a regular home and some away attendee ever since (Vienna in 1970 for one) and no matter how hard, how poor it all gets, this is my team and I will support them till I die!!!

My first City game was away to Sunderland at the old Roker Park in 1967. City lost one nil but my earliest memory was going down the tunnel to the terrace being amazed at how green the pitch was. 

The first time the ball went out Mike Summerbee came over to take a throw and the Sunderland fans starting giving him a bit of verbal, he picked the ball up and just winked at them – it just wound them up even more. Classic Buzzer.

- Lee, New Zealand

My first City memory’s not from being there, but from watching ‘Match of the Day’! It became known as ‘the ballet on ice’ because of the snow on the pitch, and I was lucky enough to be allowed to stay up late to watch it. That was the great side – Bell, Summerbee (who both scored), Lee, Doyle, Oakes, and they went on to win the title that season, but for me it all started with seeing them take Spurs apart on the snow!